Another one bites the dust. Rude! But it’s my website so I’ll say whateverthefuck I want. She went to the hospital on her birthday, March 17th, just a few days before mine, and she died this past Sunday. What the actual fucking fuck? My taco Tuesday buddy and wife to one of my oldest friends is no longer alive. I feel things but it’s my dear friend I’m most worried about. He loved her, he cared for her, he took care of her daughter and grandkids.
They were good together and I could tell when she was irritated with how her husband and I would talk and talk and talk and…ok, point made. She was quiet, an introvert who loved nice things including comfy cars and expensive dinners out. She wasn’t snobby or mean but she had a mean streak that she’d earned the hard way. I learned recently – many years after meeting her – that her mom was incredibly unkind to her. Mean and nasty is how she described her. No wonder I could sense it, even though she worked hard to overcome the genetic tendency to be cruel. Bitchy? Sure she was like that but she wasn’t mean just for the sake of getting some thought out of her head while it was there. I’m glad I had the chance to know her better these last several years.
I’ll miss you HT. Thank you for letting me be the taco Tuesday tagalong.
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